I felt my face flush red with embarrassment again as Karyn laughed at me and my new pussy. I reached down and touched it gingerly - it was soft, moist, and VERY sensitive. I felt my dick starting to stiffen again and I pulled my hand away. The last thing I needed was to start jerking off again and lose what trace of manhood I had left.
"Oh shit," said Karyn, "We're going to be late for school!"
"Wait, what?" I said, "I can't go to school like this!"
"Don't be silly," Karyn admonished. "Put your pants on and nobody will see the difference."
"But what if I... you know, start to..."
"Jerk off again?" she said, finishing my sentence. "Good point, maybe you should skip school. You can stay here if you like - my parents are out of town for the rest of the week. I'll tell the school that you're sick so they don't phone your house."
Karyn headed off to school, leaving me alone at her house. I decided to take a shower, which was a mistake. First, I looked at my naked body in the mirror. My flaccid cock hung between my legs, and looked almost normal - I could see just a tiny bit of light on either side of the shaft, where normally my balls would have been, and it hung a little straighter down than usual, but I couldn't see my pussy at all until I lifted my penis up - gingerly, so as not to cause any unintended masturbation. Even then, I had to tilt my pelvis to get a decent view of my pussy, which was just an inch or so higher than the countertop. Apart from that, I looked almost normal. I noticed that I didn't have any visible body hair, though. I used to have fairly bushy pubes, and a "happy trail" extending up my stomach, pointing towards the sparse hair in the middle of my chest. Now, there was nothing. I raised my arms and saw that my armpit hair had vanished too. Funny, I thought, don't girls usually have armpit hair unless they shave it? Then I realized I didn't have any pubic hair, either. I leaned close to the mirror and noticed that the "peach fuzz" beard and moustache I usually had - just enough that I had to shave it off, but not enough to grow an actual beard - was gone as well. The only hair below my eyes was so fine and fair that it was invisible unless I got super close. My skin seemed softer and smoother, too. I still had the wide shoulders, narrow hips, and moderate muscle definition that made me look unmistakably male, but I looked a little bit like a swimmer who had to shave his whole body for speed.
As I rubbed soap over my body, I became acutely aware of how soft and smooth my skin had become. My penis stiffened and rose to attention, and I felt a pleasant but unwanted warmth emanating from below it.
I fought to keep my hand away from my penis, but it edged inexorably down towards my crotch. Before I knew it, I was jerking off furiously. Tears of frustration rolled down my cheeks and were washed away by the hot shower. Then, I thought of something... with great effort and concentration, I tried to move my right hand down to my pussy. It worked! Now I was furiously thrusting three fingers inside myself. It was a strange sensation, feeling something penetrating me like this, but as my pussy rose towards a climax, my penis slowly drifted away from the tipping point. This is great, I thought - if I keep switching between my pussy and my cock, I can avoid orgasm and keep my penis!
It turned out I was only half right. It took all of my willpower to move my hand between my pussy and my cock. Every time I switched, my hand started furiously masturbating the other organ. My left hand kept clenching and releasing, so I couldn't turn off the water in the shower, but I managed to step out and start clumsily towelling myself off. My plan was to get somewhere where I could sit on my right hand or something, to force myself to stop masturbating, but I didn't make it far. I didn't even reach the bathroom door before my cock and my pussy simultaneously rocked my body with a mind-numbing orgasm. I collapsed on the floor, moaning loudly with my whole body shaking. Then came the pain.
This time, however, it wasn't coming as strongly from my cock. In fact, my penis felt kind of cold and numb. At any rate, it was nothing compared to the hot, shooting pain that ran through my entire skeleton. I screamed in agony - it felt as though someone were pouring hot metal directly into my bones. After what felt like an eternity, the pain vanished without a trace. I pulled myself up and inspected my body for changes.
My dick was still there. I breathed a sigh of relief. If anything, it looked slightly bigger than it had before. I turned towards the mirror but I couldn't see anything - it was completely fogged up with steam from the hot shower, which was still running. I reached in and shut off the water, then opened the bathroom door to let the warm air out and de-fog the mirror. The faucet and the doorknob felt wrong somehow... too big, and too high. Weird, I thought, how other people's houses can feel so different.
Then the fog started to clear from the mirror. What I saw was recognizably me, but slightly off. The first thing I noticed was the height. Before my shower, my cock had been an inch or so higher than the counter, but now it wasn't visible in the mirror at all - the countertop came nearly up to my belly button. As the fog cleared more, I noticed that my hips were slightly wider and my shoulders slightly narrower than they had been. Not enough to make me look like a girl, but enough to make me look slightly androgynous. My jawline was a little softer, too, making me look younger than I had before.
Was my dick bigger, or did it just look bigger because I was smaller? I had measured it before in its flaccid state - it was just over 3" - but somehow it seemed bigger than that. My hands looked like they were a little smaller, too, though, so it was hard to say.
I towelled myself dry and put my clothes back on. They were too big, but I tightened up my belt and the pants stayed on. I had to roll up my pantlegs twice to stop them dragging on the floor. Then, I looked for something to eat. I hadn't had breakfast yet, and I was starting to get really hungry.
As I headed down the stairs to the kitchen, my boxers started to itch. It wasn't much at first, but by the time I had sat down to eat a bowl of cereal it was starting to get really annoying. I reached down into my pants and scratched. As soon as my hand was between the fabric of my boxers and my skin, the itching in that area stopped, but got worse where the fabric was pulled closer to my skin in other areas.
By the time I finished eating, it was driving me nuts. My boxers were so itchy that I couldn't stand it! I stood up in the middle of the kitchen and whipped my pants off, letting my boxers drop to the floor. The itching was instantly gone. Something must have gotten into my boxer shorts, I thought.
I pulled my pants back on, figuring that I would just go commando for a while, when the itching started again. At first, it wasn't too bad, but it got worse and worse the more the jeans touched my skin. Finally, I undid my pants and slid them down around my knees. The itching vanished as though it had never been.
I pulled my pants up again, and the itching started again, even worse than before!
"Augh!" I yelled, dropping my pants again. I couldn't walk around bottomless all day, could I? I was worried that having my penis hanging out might cause some unwanted complications.
I went back upstairs. I looked in Karyn's parents' bedroom, and grinned with my stroke of luck. Her dad had a brand new, completely unopened set of "tighty whities" - they weren't very cool, but at least they were clean. I opened the package and slipped them on. Again, the itching started as soon as they touched my skin. I whipped them off again in disgust. What was I going to do?
Then a thought occurred to me. It made me feel a little bit sick inside, but the idea wouldn't go away. I went into Karyn's room and found a pair of panties. I grabbed the cleanest, most masculine ones I could find - a pair of baby blue boy shorts - and I pulled them on. They felt great on my skin, with no hint of itching at all.
My penis bulged out the front, very obviously stretching the cotton in ways it wasn't designed for, but at least there was no itching. I went back downstairs and put my pants on, again without any trace of itching.
Apparently, I wasn't going to be wearing any men's underwear until I could figure out how to stop this.
